4 thoughts on “Corrupted Memory”

Sorry Jodi, I know this is a sensitive subject for you but for some reason I am fascinated with how much of the person is left rather than the part that is gone. It’s not always that they’ve stopped talking but that we’ve stopped listening. Shirley

I also like this… lost my grandmother on my dad’s side to Alzheimer’s. I use to still see glimpses of her even when she was mostly gone… and found myslef wanting the nurses that worked with her to understand how wonderful she really was once… and still was to me.

We see them. We have talked with them, walked with them, laughed with them and cried with them. We have been their children when they need them, their parents when they need them and their friend when they need one. We do care…I see it every day.